Tag: Thomas Chisholm

Sunlight blazed from the summer sky filling the earth with heaven’s light. Blue and I walked along our country road — Blue sniffing out critters, me whispering prayers and finding refuge beneath my Father’s wing.

The Spirit of God made His Presence known all about me as the gentle breeze whispered through the pines. The Father of Lights cast exquisite sunbeams filtering through the canopy of interlocked pine, oak, and elm. Birds called from the treetops. White-tail deer sprinted from the creek into the forest’s safety.